Can you forget the love laws
and for one night feel the ache
in our curves? You’ll show me where
it hurts the most. Could you forget
about your tongue harnessed
in the Reason of the world? It draws
a rigid line our bodies refuse to bend to.
We’d forget how to construct a sentence
and listen to what is said in a moan
resonating in our eyes, lips, hands
from the pit of our stomachs; speak
a new nonsense. In a moment
we’d lose ourselves in a sound,
like that night, during awkward small talk
desire lingered in the space where
you and I begun. Knowing how to
hold each other, we danced.
We didn’t have anything
but skin, the salt from our eyes
the sadness in a kiss.
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COCOYEA 
Such a thought provoking poem about a love relationship…I wondered what ‘law’ had broken the true line of communication…but in asking the question I began to think of several…well said.
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oh my word…that is an amazing poem. WOW! just the thought of listening to what is said in a moan and ‘csn you forget the love laws and for one night feel the ache in our curves?’ very thought provoking as slpmartin said…and then in the end “the skin, the salt from our eyes the sadness in a kiss.” that is profound blog friend.
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longingly sad.
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Starts so big and strong and gracefully moves to a most gentle and melancholy soft landing. Beautiful.
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this is really, really good CCY – and yr new picture is awesome as well. yr hair looks so cool!
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it is good this place where thoughts are frozen and passion is ignited…every line speaks so loud yet there is not a shout anywhere…i am sure we can all identify with this beautiful passion you have expressed….
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Beautiful and stirring. The laws of love – why? why? why?
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Linguistic foreplay leading delicately to an emulation of post-coital emotive empathy. Beautifully done.
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love this. the deep longing tone just enveloped me in. love the line: “It draws
a rigid line our bodies refuse to bend to.”
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